***WARNING - Strong Content***
Sighing heavily and audibly while swiping his hands over his face after he truly takes in Dracul's words, Adonis drawls out "I know."
Dracul then updated the Demon King on what went down from the moment he walked out till Dracul walked Diviya to her room but he left out the part where he gave Diviya some advice.
They were now sitting on the roof when Dracul brought up the incident with Diviya and the guard.
And again shit went from zero to a hundred. Which is exactly why Dracul—, decided to wait to tell him as he'd gotten Adonis talking.
And well of course he needed to say somethings as well.
Nevertheless the Demon King was on his feet and he roars, "WHAT did you JUST say?"
"He had his divk in his hand." Dracul says and sighs then stood up as well.
He knew what was coming, the rampage, the carnage, the bloodlust.
The Demon King demanded venomously, "Where is he?"
"In the dungeons, look just don't do anything stupid ok!"
The Demon King flashed him a disgusted and venomous look that matched his voice and it was like all the air was sucked out of this open area, impossible yes but that's exactly how Dracul felt.
He was suffocating under the sheer dominance of power rolling off of his King in waves at this very moment.
Like how dare he tell him NOT to do anything stupid, when this is cause for ALL kinds of stupid, the Demon King muse then reign in his power so Dracul could breathe.
Then the next second the Demon King disappears out of sight and made his way to the dungeons.
The dungeon was underground, under the prisons. And to get to the prison, he use the secret passage way. Instead of the route everyone else takes.
Located to the side of a big oak tree on the left side of the castle. The entrance was camouflaged with a beautifully crafted rock well.
The Demon King presses down on the tiny button with his foot just to the right of the camouflage well and the door to the dungeon materializes.
He head down the semi long stair case to the bottom where he greeted the two guards stationed there at the time.
The guards cowers as he acknowledges them in passing making a left and races down the tunnel in his vampiric speed.
The power that was reverberating through the long dark tunnel passageway made the red brick steel enforced walls vibrate. The candle sconces with dim yellow LED lights shook violently. The lights were off but that was not a hinderance to the Demon King in anyway.
Needless to say the Demon King was beyond angry he was seeing red.
Making his way to the end of the tunnel he made a right and then stops by a wall.
He punch in some numbers on a key pad and the brick steel enforced wall in front of him starts moving. After the wall moves he walks in and the wall closes behind him.
He passed through a dimly lit room and made his way to an elevator and punch in level one.
This room was empty as no one really have need to come down here.
He greets the guards as he exits the elevator.
The guards knew this was coming as no one would dare to defy the Demon King's orders or rules.
But little did they know it was a tiny bit more complicated than that. Diviya was not a mere witness she was HIS mate.
The Demon King demanded one of the two guards currently stationed there to take him to the werewolf that came in tonight!
They don't usually have many prisoners as everyone follow the rules set in place and he has his special Royal Elite Squad.
The Royal Elite Squad are the law enforcers, their job is to keep the peace amongst the magical beings. They are like the police of the magical beings.
They don't take sides, they strictly deals in the evidence, right or wrong and justice.
This squad is made up of skillfully trained warriors and they were hand picked by the Demon King himself. He visited each 'kind' and chose their best warriors for this task. Having them duke it out in a tournament.
These are magical beings after all, things can get out of hand sometimes so they all need a little policing.
And of course there were the usual trouble makers you would find anywhere. But even then, is up in the prison they would be kept and not down here.
Down here was for special circumstances.
The dungeon is made up of two floors. With long corridors that goes on for days and cells on both sides with the usual gaps in between that houses, storage facilities, toilets, bathrooms and the kitchen.
Torture room to the end of the corridor and the questioning room is actually at the beginning.
The place was practically empty.
The Demon King was not about to question this werewolf and he certainly did not have the patience to go all the way to the end in the torture room.
Besides he didn't need any torture devices he was the torture device.
As such, the prisoners cell will do just fine.
The bottom layer has the same set up except for the kitchen.
All stone walls, torches line the passage down here with arched ceiling and arched boulders carved to perfection and it was very clean.
The prison guard stops and gestures to the werewolf in a cell, on his right reaching about ten cells in.
"Leave us," was all the Demon King said after the prison guard opens the cell.
The prison guard did not need to be told twice, he swipes his hands across his forehead wiping away any beads of sweat, nods and was quickly on his way. His Alpha's aura was suffocating and overbearing.
Only, the werewolf in the cell was feeling the same effects but unfortunately for him he had nowhere to go.
The Demon King observes this man before him. This werewolf who dared to defy HIM and his rules and worse off.
This filthy bastard wanted to lay a finger on HIS Queen.
The cell vibrates with unconfined anger from the Demon King. A wave of possessiveness rocked his body and he was unbelievably shocked at this experience.
Nevertheless the prisoner was chained to the wall with silver to prevent this filth from shifting. Four chains bolted securely to the walls. A chain was latched on to each of his ankle and wrists.
The werewolf drops to his knees, defeat clear on his facial features. He bared his neck for he knew his end was soon. And it was all because he made a silly mistake.
Dirty blonde hair, honey brown pleading eyes, he was begging for forgiveness.
But none would come.
It was so hard for the guard to control himself but he knew that will not get him a lesser sentence.
The Demon King took a menacing step closer, his bloodlust was at a thousand and through gritted teeth he snares, "so you are the wolf that thought he had free reign to touch my MATE."
It was not a question.
The guard's eyes went wide and he instantly went pale at the realization that this was not a mere witness.
But HIS mate!
The Demon King's mate, the one spoken about in the Prophesy.
In that moment he realized his faith will be worse than death. He would suffer before meeting his end.
He panicked and started pulling on his chains. He'd only heard rumors of the Demon King's cruelty to those he considered his enemies.
Goddess how could he be so stupid and allow himself to be tempted in such a way.
He was truly regretting that decision right now. He should have just walked away and get into his car and drive far away.
Visit one of those play houses and get himself a much needed release, but instead he'd stayed.
He'd gotten in his car and left like he was going home and parked over in the next street behind her duplex.
Snuck in from the back after crossing a yard un noticed to get to hers. He went through all that just to get a look at her. After he convinced himself he would just look.
What was he thinking?
His heart was racing and he felt like he was cold sweating, he could not breathe properly, he was struggling to get air in.
He was horrified.
The Demon King was not holding back his power. At least not all of it. He let some have free reign.
He took another step closer looking at this sorry excuse for a wolf satisfied with his reaction.
"So YOU had your DIVK in your hand huh," he pause and rubs his chin as if thinking. "What was your INTENTION?"
The Demon King's voice was deadly calm only enunciating a few words here and there. The guard was still shaking slightly in fear as he should be, he should be scared.
He should be afraid.